Open RP: Mel, mind-reading and Potions For Dummies

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OOC: Okay, so since Mel’s just turned 18, she’s got a few new abilities. One of these is being able—not being able to stop—hearing people’s thoughts. Therefore, if your pup tags this thread, Mel will be able to hear his or her thoughts and will probably respond to them. It goes without saying: please put your pup’s thoughts in the tag!
She’ll have learnt to control them by the next time she does anything. I just wanted to torture her.

Dumbledore’s comments—unintended, she’s sure—about having an ‘eternity for learning’ really stung. So Mel went to the library (shock, horror.) Carrying a teetering pile of books (with the still-unread Angel Handbook on top of the stack), Mel is trying to grope her way down the corridor, hoping the walls don’t suddenly decide to be made of quicksand or whatever.

The floor seems to have a vendetta against her. She catches her foot on some uneven stone (‘WHO PUT THAT THERE?!’), and her books go flying. She swears—‘Damn!’—and gets on her knees, gathering up the various spellbooks and wishing she hadn’t got out the ones that looked the easiest.

The books seem to have slid rather a long way down the corridor. Mel shuffles to get them all, but it’s going to be a task and a half with just one pair of hands.

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*A vaguely familiar-looking black-haired man picks up a book, looks up, and runs towards Mel with a ridiculous grin plastered on his face. I can't believe that someone can actually do that! This is amazing!* Hey, Mel!

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'Do I know you?' she frowns. Maybe an illusion-spell? Damn, she can't see his name inside his mind, he's so excited.

She takes the book, concentrating hard.

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It's me! Zel! There was this lion, Aslan, and he broke the curse, at least for a while! *I'm probably using too many exclamation points. Oh, well.*

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'Omigosh, Zel!' she says, face suddenly splitting into a wide smile. 'That's so cosmic!'

She jumps up to hug him.

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Oof! *Zel laughs as he's hugged.* Careful, I'm not made of stone anymore.

*Too bad it's only temporary. Oh, well, a little while's enough.*

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'How long will it last?' Mel asks, wary. 'Because--you know, you might actually feel worse whe--IF--it fades.'

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I'm not sure... long enough, anyway.

And it's not feeling worse that's the problem as a chimera, really. It's not feeling - it's hard to feel anything at all. But I'll cross that bridge when I come to it - somehow, whenever I plan ahead more than a few hours, something goes and screws up my plans. Or I just get jumpy and manage to do it myself.

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Mel looks a little sad and pats his arm. In Hogwarts, where even the staircases screw up your plans...

'You can't find something to make--what he did--stick?'

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*Zel shrugs helplessly.* I don't know. If it's magic, it's no kind I've ever seen, here or on my world. And I get the feeling that's the only reason that it isn't permanent already - the fact that it's interacting with magic from my world, and incredibly powerful and unique magic at that.

Rezo'd been working on original spells for most of his life - especially the sort of life magic that most sorcerers in my world frown upon, like the creation of clones and chimeras. The spell Rezo used to turn me into a chimera was unique. The cure I was searching for in my world, the only hope I had til I came here, was the Clair Bible... It contained the distilled knowledge of the Water Dragon Lord. The Water Dragon Lord was a demigod. Somehow, I suspect anything I try would actually shorten the time I have as a human.

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'Are you gonna enjoy it while it lasts, then?' Mel wonders aloud, thinking about how it might affect her to be human for a while. She still looks a little sad for him, even if she doesn't mean for him to see it.

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Of course! I'll have to be a bit more careful than I usually am, but I can feel again!

*Somewhere in the back of the former chimera's mind, a tiny, nagging voice is saying, This can't last. Someone's going to show up and mess everything up. Xelloss will pop up in the Sorting room or something. He's doing his best to ignore it.*

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Mel fervently hopes that nothing will mess it up. She likes Zel. It's not done to see him very unhappy.

'I bet it'll last longer than you can imagine,' she promises, fingers crossed behind her back. 'In the meantime, you need any help looking for the Clair Bible, just yell for me.'

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*Zel smiles.* Will do.

*Of course, if I get anywhere close to finding it, Xelloss is liable to show up. The mazoku's a ... whatever the opposite of a trouble magnet is.*

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Mel bites her lip as she hoists the pile of books on her hip. Poor Zel sounds in a lot of trouble with this Xelloss person. What's a mazoku?

She doesn't say anything, but does give him an angel's dazzling smile.

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So... How are things? *One of these days, I'll find a way to send Xelloss crying back to the Beastmaster. We'll see who can keep a secret then.*

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Beatmaster makes Mel think of a dance, and she nearly giggles.

'You know,' she says. 'Dusty.'

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*Zel looks at Mel oddly.* Is this a private joke, or are other people allowed in?

*Zel's hair has, once again, fallen over his eye. Been so long since I was transformed, I forgot I had black hair.*

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'Sorry,' she grins, getting the mind/mouth thing mixed up again. 'Beatmaster. It sounds like a beatbox.'

And black hair? Own0rz.

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I think you're probably thinking of Beastmaster Zelas-Metallium... Wait, did I mention that? *I know I thought it, but I must be slipping if I said that out loud.*